The Same, Only Different

Well, now that we're at the left coast (photo to come as soon as we actually get to the ocean), I have to say that most of the trip was the same. The highway looks pretty much the same all along the route, with a few exceptions (mountains versus flatlands, for instance), but when I uploaded the photos from Tony's camera -- mine is still in a coma -- it's difficult to tell exactly where we were in a given photo. It's all the same.

But different too. There were times when we'd be heading up a rise in the road, get to the top and just gasp at how beautiful the landscape was spread out before us. The scenery got more interesting after Albuquerque -- no offense, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and South Carolina; it's just that we'd already seen what those states had to offer. The mountains in the west are different from anything we'd ever seen. (At least in person.) Absolutely gorgeous.

And then we just kept seeing them. Again and again, for miles and miles. We stopped taking photos because we were on overload with rust-colored plateau-shaped mountains.

Then we hit the desert, another thing we'd never seen before. And let me tell you: it's hot. When we got to California, the gauge in the car that tells the external temperature was reading 115. No kidding. And virtually no humidity. When we stopped to get gas, it was extremely hot when we got out of the car, but we didn't sweat. That's just weird.

As for traffic and delays, we had none except a minor slowdown outside of Little Rock and a traffic accident that slowed us down at Flagstaff. The only time we hit aggravating traffic was just outside San Diego. It rained on us only a few times, and then only for 10 minutes at a time. We were very fortunate. The great traveling weather is probably how we could get here in 3 days.

Photos with captions in the next post.